We're a bunch of monkeys who live on a hill. This is the continuing story of our life. Please watch out for the poo.

Friday, September 22, 2006

'Scuse me while I kiss this guy

Awake at 4am and trying to get the baby to burp, I suggested to my husband that if he walk around in a jaunty way, Piper would let loose the gas. My sexy husband then did his best impression of John Travolta a la Saturday Night Fever which prompted me to break out in song.

Maybe it was the fact that I was so sleep deprived, but I became hysterical hearing my husband say this and I nearly busted out what had been recently sewn up during Piper's birth. " For 30 years, you have been thinking the words to that song are actually humm-anna humm-anna humm-anna?!!!!"

"NO- WOMAN-UH, woman-ah, woman-ah."

My response: to continue with the laughter.

"See, this is why I reserve myself when baring my soul to you. You laugh at me incessantly."

You would too, internet. Right? What song lyrics have you been mistaken about for the past 3 decades?